When Alison woke up today, her lips didn't join her. She was quite frantic when she noticed herself in the mirror. It was as if her lips had crinkled up and retracted into her mouth! We called the doctor immediately. Wait, let me first say that she's walking again. The doctor thought that chemo would do that for her, and it has. Okay, back to the lip-thing. Anyways, the doctor called her in to check her calcium level. It was fine. And in the meantime, she'd stretched them and lip-balmed them into their normal beautiful state.
I think it's due to part cold/sinus infection, part sleeping well with her mouth open, part chemotherapy, and part chaos. Either way it scared both of us.
Overall she's doing well. Much better than yesterday. The nausea is under control, the pain is manageable, and my final test proved positive today: she was able to make desert. It's a wonder to me how she can stay so 'cute' during all this. She sends thank you cards to everyone, bakes whenever she's able (to include co-baking with Jan some cookies and bringing them to the nurses while they tested her calcium), and finds ways to make me smile. Just this morning on the way accross the bridge she said, "I think they'll give me my pro-creeit shot today". It's hard to write it as cute as it sounded, because I cannot read myself with a mousy little voice like hers, nor is it really possible to understand that normally when I think 'Procrit,' I harmonize the crit with grit, sit, and chit. Anyways, to procreeit I laughed.
I love her. If you were wondering, tonight's desert was stuffed baked apples with whipped cream on the side.
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